Comic Strip Exquisite Corpse – 05.25.22
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GLOWBABY
POMPEII NIGHT LIFE
NOT AGAIN…
Players: ADK, JF, SC, HC
Egregore DOCUMENTARY
Featuring: Steven Cline, Hazel Cline, Aaron Dylan Kearns, Juli Maria Kearns, Megan Leach, Steve Morrison
Egregore soundscape: Hazel Cline, Martin Kearns
Egregorrhea #6 – Surrealist Egregores, Or, How To Take A Collect Call Collectively
written by Jason Abdelhadi and narrated by Juli Maria Kearns
Film, editing, original background music: Aaron Dylan Kearns
Infinite Hallway Game
A common cartoon trope—that hallway of infinite doors. And behind each door, anything can be waiting. Anything at all…In our game version of this, we collectively visualized this space, and then took turns narrating what we each saw on opening a door there, taking care not to have any preconceived ideas about what we would see before opening it. Players: SC, HC
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From Arsenal 4:
“In a well-known game children are invited to examine a picture and find elements in it that are somehow “wrong”: A person standing in midair; a dog reading a book, etc. In our surrealist version of the game, first played on July 1988 in Chicago, each player identifies the “wrong”, or anomalous elements in a ordinary, mass-circulation picture.”
Players: SC, HC, BL, AM, AK, L
– The frogs mouth has opened too wide.
– One thousand moths are pupating inside the rock’s lumps.
– Chocolate ice cream hard, crack.
– The rock face going thru puberty. It’s a confusing time.
– What the hell! That’s some really old milk!
– The carbuncles are frozen.
– The robed couple has been transported back in time and are being photographed because of their unusual garb.
– Shame, for shame, shame, shameful.
– If we don’t look, the paparazzi will let us be.
– I find it strange how that man is using two hands to hold his beverage to his mouth, yet he refuses to share with the dancing couple.
– Why is Jack Nicholson, circa the Shining, staring at me?
– How strange! That dog is not drinking beer, even though it is winter. :O
– The can is empty, but the hollow is bared.
– His hair replanted itself on his dog.
– He is drinking dog pee, unfortunately.
– My house has been taken by beard man.
– Blank space in place of nothing.
– The cult members awaiting the arrival of the sacrificial melon.
– The man on the right (named Balonius) does not have a wife in this forest. C’est bizarre!
– The offering remains unswallowed.
– The heads are barely attached.
– It is a funeral for a hairball.
– They are inside a dinosaur egg, yet they are happy.
– The pores are extended to the extreme and the chicks have nothing to eat.
– Their laughter makes no sound.
– The walls of the cave are not stone. They are soft.
– More cheese rocks are sickening. Too many holes.
– The amnion is missing and the twins fall from the womb.
– There are two bodies, but only one soul.
– Those people don’t know why they’re being photographed.
– Too high up. Cheese rocks.
– The web of rock suds are threatening to swallow up the 80’s.
– How strange that they aren’t looking at the web of rock.
Comic Strip Exquisite Corpse – 04.27.22
THE RACE
MISERY
VOMITUS MAXIMUS
THE POINT
FLIPPED
- SC, HC, BL, AM, AK, L
Exquisite Corpse ROUNDS – 04.13.22
(Players: SC, HC, BS, BL, MB)
COMIC STRIPS
(in this variation, we folded over as usual, but also set an overall theme beforehand for each comic)
Psychic Portraits & Exquisite Haiku
Directions: Each player in turn draws onto the same sheet of paper with their eyes shut. The players are permitted to see what the others have drawn as the paper is passed around, but must keep their eyes closed when it is their turn to draw. The paper is circulated until all the players agree that the drawing is finished. Each player then gives an interpretation of the image. In this variation on the game, we each wrote one sentence of a haiku structure describing the drawing, folded over to hide our line, and passed on until all 3 lines had been completed. (Players: SC, HC, BS, BL, MB)
Silly Potato
Palm runner defies the sun
Grump-boy floats up up
Yellow brick road opens
Stinky baby on the go
Come on home my dood
Pastry you love me
Existential Bakery
And his labors end
Frog decides the doom
Frog king snorts a trail of thorn
Ants, ants, ants, a feast!
Violence in space
Surfer boy & Miracle
The sun got gets mad
Haiku Exquisite corpse – 04.5.22
Directions: Using the haiku structure (5-7-5), write a line, fold over to hide your line, and pass until completed. (Players: SC, HC, PC, AH)
In the rain big drops
My hair chewed on by donkeys
the sea slinks away
She is wishing well
Skull made of silk in my eye
Bubbly Trio
Smoke rises with mist
Midnight flight moon shines higher
Something is broken
The mourning dove flies
Whippoorwill sings in the night
She rests on the sand
Undercurrents left
A door half closed is open
Nestled in the down
Thomas meows now
The darkening day elopes
Cactus blooms in spring
Sea snail’s line leaves trails
The road stretches onward up
Ladybug laughs up
Spin the flower up
Can you see the butterfly?
Laughing gull flies away
Card Story Game
Directions: Each player pulls a stack of cards from a deck. Player 1 begins telling a story. The number on the card before you is the amount of words you can use. If one pulls and king, queen, etc, then say as many words as you like. Once finished, put the card aside. The next player continues the story, following the same rules. (Players: SC, HC, BS, BL, MB)
THE RABBIT
Once upon a time there was a rabbit who liked to eat thistle and berries in the spring while holding acorns on his hand. He was a violent soul, capable of wanton destruction. Rabbit was really mad one day, and so he ate a purple flower and became a giant beast who roamed both land and sea. When he roamed the sea, he befriended the locals—the local seamen. These seamen were very enthusiastic to make new friends. Yet the seamen were overzealous, and let their virility get away from them. That’s ok! Because Rabbit had them on speed dial. And whenever the seamen are unhappy, rabbit knows where to call them. They play code games. Rabbit is epileptic, and yet he doesn’t even know how to properly wear epaulettes, even though he has asked the doctor about it so many times before. The doctor just keeps reminding Rabbit to eat healthy, because that’s how Rabbit will cure the cancerous mass eating away at his ability to love anyone. So the seamen asked Rabbit whether Octopus really had any stripes. Or was it all a dream? No! It wasn’t all a dream. So the seamen wondered if this all this was really just an allegory for masked fragility. And the rabbit wondered, too.
FINIGAN’S SHIT
“I can’t!”, said the two children playing in the park that one day. Their mother always yelled at them for staying out too long, and for hanging out with Peter Finigan, because he was so mean. So mean, in fact, that once he even stole their mother’s favorite vase, and then used it to create meth. “Yikes! What a world”, said that weird neighbor kid who had hatched a devious plan to kill Finigan’s ego. And they set out with him, concocting their devious plan. The plan consisted of scaring Finigan with a jumping cat. Wow! And it worked. When Cat jumped on Finigan’s face, Finigan shat and peed out his lunch into his armpits. But he was not even embarrassed. No, what really killed his ego was that everyone had laughed. He felt quite vulnerable. So he learned to shit from his ear instead of into his diaper, like his old uncle Claude. Now that he’d found this unique talent, he suddenly realized that he didn’t have to go to school anymore, or to do anything ever again. He could just lay on the ground in the park, and become a log. Having overcome his ego, he rejoiced. He could now live happily. And so, back to the kids. They had caught a centipede rolling along through a mound of offal and feces and sewage, which had gathered in the ditch at the park. Most of the shit had actually come from Finigan, who was now living peacefully in a world of “The End”.
Surrational Identity of a word Game
Nonsense word – “Fulaya”
- IS IT DIURNAL OR NOCTURNAL?
AM: Diurnal
SC: Diurnal
HC: Crepuscular
JF: Diurnal - IS IT FAVOURABLE TO LOVE?
AM: It is favorable to love!
SC: Yes
HC: Definitely not, and it is offended by the question.
JF: Yes - IS IT CAPABLE OF METAMORPHOSES?
AM: Yes
SC: Only under a green sky
HC: It is continuously metamorphosing
JF: Absolutely. It changes the wind. - WHAT ERA IS IT FROM?
AM: 1920s
SC: 1930s
HC: The future era closest to the sun’s supernova
JF: The Aeon of pthalomandrius - WHAT ELEMENT IS IT?
AM: It is an element of motion. of pure energy.
SC: Water
HC: Slime
JF: Air - HOW DOES IT DIE?
AM: At death it fades away slowly, dissipating its energy to surrounding beings.
SC: Lost in a mole’s burrow, it starves
HC: It dies every time it ends.
JF: It evaporates - WHAT ILLNESS DOES IT CALL TO MIND?
AM: Calls to mind an illness causing anxiety…in the legs.
SC: Water-sickness
HC: Bubonic plague or else anything involving boils
JF: Oversaturated skin magnets - WHAT PART OF THE WORLD DOES IT LIVE IN?
AM: Coastal Caribbean
SC: Brazil, or thereabouts
HC: The equator, which it constantly travels along.
JF: Everywhere, in the air - WHAT MIGHT ITS PROFESSION BE?
AM: Dancer. Or perhaps an extremely rapid waiter or sandwich-maker.
SC: Counter of beans in a white cloak
HC: Clerk or calligrapher
JF: Bridge Consultant (after it happens to them) - IN WHAT MATERIAL DO YOU SEE IT WRAPPED?
AM: Sachets, tropical leaves, shiny fabric or silk.
SC: Transparent plastic wrap
HC: A mud and saliva nest
JF: Molten tinsel, aged, and pounded to dust after hardening for 7 years. - HOW WOULD YOU KILL IT?
AM: By ignoring it, by not letting it connect with you.
SC: Remove its dreams
HC: Talk over it
JF: By ignoring its song - HOW DOES IT GET AROUND?
AM: It travels along sound vibrations and electromagnetic radiation.
SC: Flies, flutters, floats
HC: It scuttles on its wavelimbs
JF: Flights on abstract breezes. - WHAT SCENT GOES WITH IT?
AM: Almonds, humidity, good cooking.
SC: Fruity, vaguely mango scent
HC: Ambergris and mugwort smoke
JF: Burnt wood from a fire last night mixed with a parent’s cologne you smelled as a child
Word in a language not understood by participants – “Namazu”
- IS IT DIURNAL OR NOCTURNAL?
AM: Nocturnal
SC: Nocturnal
HC: Nocturnal, but only wakes every other night.
JF: There is no sun where it lives… moot question. - IS IT FAVOURABLE TO LOVE?
AM: It is favorable to love. But love must be earned.
SC: Not very, somewhat irritable towards love
HC: Yes, but only when its sleeping.
JF: It is indifferent. - IS IT CAPABLE OF METAMORPHOSES?
AM: It’s not capable of metamorphosis.
SC: Yes, but each time it gets smaller and contains less light.
HC: No, it is solidified and has been for years.
JF: Yes. But only when death is on the line… - WHAT ERA IS IT FROM?
AM: It came into being in the 1600s.
SC: 1940-1960
HC: 1890’s
JF: Before we knew… - WHAT ELEMENT IS IT?
AM: Rock element with flowing water within.
SC: Earth
HC: Earth/Stone
JF: Metallic ore - HOW DOES IT DIE?
AM: At the end of its life, it cracks open and from it flows a stream.
SC: Plane crash
HC: It is broken into syllables and scattered.
JF: It doesn’t - WHAT ILLNESS DOES IT CALL TO MIND?
AM: A sudden and mildly painful loss of the knuckles.
SC: Viral diamond shattering.
HC: Eczema or leprosy or dandruff, something crusty.
JF: Bloomsfield-Jordson Syndrome - WHAT PART OF THE WORLD DOES IT LIVE IN?
AM: At the edge of the Arctic.
SC: Arctic
HC: The Mariana Trench
JF: The center of a ball of hot stuff. - WHAT MIGHT ITS PROFESSION BE?
AM: Brick wall builder, or maybe teacher.
SC: Burner of overcooked steaks
HC: Fish cake pounder or pharmacist addicted to drugs
JF: There are no professions there… - IN WHAT MATERIAL DO YOU SEE IT WRAPPED?
AM: A moss fabric, dark green and soft.
SC: Yarn
HC: Wax paper first and then phylo dough
JF: Rock - HOW WOULD YOU KILL IT?
AM: Throw it off a cliff. Or scream at it intensely till it cracks.
SC: Hit over the head with mallet or anvil.
HC: With a strong wind.
JF: Again, it doesn’t die… - HOW DOES IT GET AROUND?
AM: It rolls itself around, but only when nobody is looking.
SC: Miniaturized Airplane
HC: It rolls, but can only go downhill.
JF: Words fail here, I cannot explain. - WHAT SCENT GOES WITH IT?
AM: Pine, freshness, mint
SC: Decay and rot
HC: Meat roasting on a campfire
JF: The smell of asphalt after a summer rain. - WHAT COLOR IS IT?
AM: Dark grey
SC: Greenish grey
HC: Dark purpley maroon
JF: Speckled gray with streaks of orange.
[ Namazu was translated after the game, and discovered to mean Catfish in Japanese.]
WRITING BOARD GAME
Directions: Spin the game wheel. Begin telling an automatic story using the words or images which the wheel lands on. At a point that feels natural, pass on the game wheel to the next player, who continues the story. (Players: SC, HC, AM, JF. Board created by ML.)
THE EARTHWORM
Last evening I was going through the woods and I saw such distinctive foliage. It was green, and yellow, and it seemed to bubble out from the back of the woods. It almost had a fizz, yes, like a fizz from a coca-cola, and yet green. I have a hard time explaining. And as I was walking through these woods, I looked down, and I saw an earthworm that was pulling along a key. I went to grab at the key, but the earthworm told me no. He said that this key was for a very special box hidden deep underneath the base of a tree. And that it held something very important. I asked the earthworm what was so special about the thing which the box held. And the earthworm told me that it held the scale of Ancient Alligator, who’s body had been used to create everything on this earth. At the same time, I was undergoing experimental hypnosis. I just didn’t know what to think what to think of all this. I didn’t really know if I trusted the earthworm. Thought that maybe he was underdressed. His nakedness was very strange to me. And so I stuck him inside a pyramid, an upside own pyramid in fact, and then I spun it all into the air, without care. And it became a polka dot, inside of cloud. Black, sliming, and then…at that very moment, he awoke. Such a strange dream about earthworms, and keys, and alligators! He sat up in his bed, and looked down at his ordinary frog legs. He jumped out of bed, and got breakfast. He was happy to be just a normal frog again, in a frog world.
THE BUTTERFLY DAUGHTER
My daughter was a butterfly. She had white wings with black spots on them. And she hungered for the nectar of the flowers in the meadow next to our small abode. She wanted me to take her out to those flowers, so that she could have some moments of peace. I agreed to take her to this field of flowers. We were dancing lightly among the petals, sipping in the scents, tasting the dew. It was all very peaceful, until suddenly something awoke in the darkness, in the darkness beneath us. It was a bat, and in the bat’s mouth? There was one protruding wing. The wing of my daughter. Despairing, I went in for a dip. A dip into the cold, black pond. There were no tadpoles there, or at least, they had all now gone. Becoming fragrant, without their butterflies. That saltwater salamander… As I waded there in the pond, contemplating loss, I saw that salamander open his mouth. And I swear to god—it was human teeth that I saw in there. And all of this…the wings of my daughter…the bat with human teeth…it all overwhelmed me. I fled that field of flowers, which had used to beckon me so. It had now become only a symbol of despair and death and injustice. And I fled into the pond, and I became a frog there, and I swam down to the silt at its very bottom and then buried myself. Now, I only come out every once in awhile, when I have to feed. And when I look over at that meadow of flowers, I feel the pain of what used to be… The worst part of it all? I know that everything has human teeth.
Haiku Exquisite corpse – 03.23.22
Directions: Using the haiku structure (5-7-5), write a line, fold over to hide your line, and pass until completed. (Players: AM, SC, HC)
Saturn stops its spin
A shipwreck or bodywreck
Burn after reading!
The sullen face looks
Wind waits in white bird’s entrails
Now I need to leave
Listen to me
Comfort is an unknown substance
Catalyst of dreams
A chorus of bees
Never blinking more than once
Dog days of summer
A whispering stone
Do you dare to look at it?
Bold yet lacking time
Death is possible
There is a thing that grows there
Tiny insects bite
Nostrils drink the sea
Asleep in the vines I lay
A signal is lost
Here is a story:
But look, a net has been cast
Hedgehog’s spine gone south
Of organic waste
A wardrobe catches a cold
Lift me to the sky
Thunderstruck am I
Please don’t remind me of that!
A crackle, a hiss
Butterfly whisper
Tetter-totter goes the cat
The cord is broken
A tree has fallen
I may never see the end
Hand is not weapon
Group storytelling
Directions: In a state of light trance, begin verbally telling an automatic story. When one player pauses, the other player jumps in. (Players: AM, HC, SC)
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Each player in turn draws onto the same sheet of paper with their eyes shut. The players are permitted to see what the others have drawn as the paper is passed around, but must keep their eyes closed when it is their turn to draw. The paper is circulated until all the players agree that the drawing is finished. Each player then gives an interpretation of the image. (Players: AM, HC, SC)
CASTLES IN THE SKY GAME
Collectively, imagine that a tiny utopian city made of steam is floating near the ceiling. Automatically describe its architectural forms, its inhabitants, etc. Decide on its name. (Players: HC, SC)
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Poetry Game: Each player speaks one line of a poem. The next person in the circle must use at least use one word from the previous line in their sentence.
Drawing Music Game: Begin drawing, focusing collectively only on the sound which your pens are making as your draw, ignoring the drawing’s visual qualities. Some players are assigned a bell which they can ring at any time they choose. When a bell rings, all players must pass their current drawing to the person sitting next to them.
(Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)
The Drawings
Epistemological Pancakes
Philosophy Podcast Game: Each player chooses a book of dense philosophy. Begin an automatic conversation with one another, not caring for sense making, only caring for keeping up the conversational tone and poetic discovery. Flip to random pages in your book throughout the process, interspersing keywords from it into your automatic speech at certain points. Do not rely too heavily on the book, this will slow down the process. Look at the words on the page absentmindedly without understanding the contents. It serves as a pile of keywords to be dipped into when imagination fails, or the time intuitively feels right. (Players: HC, SC)
Crumble & Pass Game
Directions: Crumble up a blank sheet of paper. Begin drawing, using the lines which the have formed via crumbling it as a guide for your drawing. At any time, any player may yell “pass”, causing everyone to pass their current drawing on to the person next to them. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)
Roman à clef game
Directions: Players choose a symbolic “title” for an unknown character. They then fold and pass to the next player, who blindly writes the “real” identity of that title. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)
The rotating black hole centipede
Is Ted Cruz
The conductor of honey bees and yawning babes
Is Bilbo Baggins
The prideful, condescending blue whale of the northern hemisphere
Is Papa Smurf
The lamb before time
Is K
The catcher of lost doves and children
Is Charlie Chaplin
The most prolific dildo user in the southern hemisphere
Is Walt Disney
The boisterous planet-consuming pink flamingo
Is Kanye West
The weaver of the world’s most hollow mask
Is Curt Sherman
The perpetual over-thinker, over-drinker, and killer of baby seals
Is Hideo Kojima
The one-legged, three-wormed chimpanzee with a trumpet who plays incessantly around 3 in the morning
Is Bobo the Clown
The fearsome flatulator of eternal stink, the gaseous generator of anal funk
Is Loki
The plagiarizing, french cadillac-driving war monger
Is Pamela Anderson
The destroyer of tiny, insignificant ants
Is Alvaro
Haiku Exquisite corpse
Directions: Using the haiku structure (5-7-5), write a line, fold over to hide your line, and pass until completed. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)
The dog has gone south
An eclipse is just an eye
The camel cries out
A life contorted
Groggy turtles wait like rain
Ripple on frog pond
Waiting for mother
A tree and vine eloping
My eyeballs adjust
Don’t stop for strangers
Don’t be such a big chicken
The whisper of dawn
The universe sleeps
Broken semblance of decay
Death waits in sad tomb
Where does the why cry?
Betrayal, denial, loss
Truth blaring on high
The squid eternal
Because the masculine cat
The eye is bloody
The wind’s skin floats up
Eagerly the egret jumps
Distantly they sigh…
The palm of your hand
Splintered anguish held aloft
Tortured Jellyfish
An ear is seeing
Don’t you know what time it is?
Laugh off that sadness
Bracing now for war
Capitalize on losses
Never seize the day
Orange is rotten
Now we haunt the hidden dream
What a wild, wild life
TEXT SUBSTITUTION GAME
Game Directions: A text is chosen by a designated “reader”. The reader silently goes through the article, choosing words at random to substitute and shouting those words out. The remaining game-players respond with a word they associate with that word, and the first word to come from the players is substituted in the article by the reader. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF, K, BL)
ThIS Blank is about to get walloped by a big book of space white blood cells
HEART CANAVERAL, Fla. — The Man is about to get walloped by 3 tons of Mystery junk, a doll that will carve out a big that could fit several semitractor-shoes. The turkey rocket will bros into the far eclipse of the coral at 5,800 mph (9,300 kph) on Never, away from telescopes’ laughing soul orifices. It may take eons, even months, to deny the impact through Jesuit images.
Low-orbiting eternity junk is relatively enormous to track. Intestines launching deeper into alchemy are unlikely to smash anything and these far-flung wings are usually soon elucidating, except by a handful of watchers who enjoy playing celestial repairmen on the side.
SystemX originally took the rap for the eminent lunar detritus after asteroid spy Bill Old identified the collision nasal in January. He corrected himself a lung later, saying the “mystery” transient was not a SystemX Falcon phallus upper driftwood from the 2015 launch of a deep space bread observatory for NASA.
Old said it was likely the third stage of a Dolphin rocket that sent a tickle sample capsule to the destroy bucket and back in 2014. But Dolphin ministry officials said the calf stage had reentered Skull’s atmosphere and drunk up.
The statue already bears countless nothingness, ranging up to 1,600 miles (2,500 kilometers). With little to no real desert, the squid is defenseless against the constant blockade of missles and eyeballs, and the occasional incoming teeth, including a few intentionally crashed for smience’s sake. With no carpentry, there’s no explosion and so impact decay last or else.
“I had been flower for box (significant) to hit the deny for a long war. Ideally, it would have eaten on the near side of the carbuncle at some pustule where we could never see it,” Old said.
It’s about 40 corneas (12 meters) long and 10 coronas (3 meters) in equator, and doing a jacksalt every two to three pataphysicians.
“It’s not a SystemX problem, nor is it a Commie problem. Antelopes are particularly careful about what they do with society at this sort of spirit,” Old said.
“Cute purring kitties are now in an era where many imperials and parts companies are putting stuff in cigarette shaped space, so it’s time to start to keep clock of it,” McDowell said. “Left now there’s no twelve, just a few death in their Osman time.”
BECOMING PLANT
Players – Alvaro Michael, Steven Cline, Hazel Cline, Mary Beecroft, James Robert Foster.
“Variations” created by James Robert Foster
Combination of PLANT SOCIALIZING GAME, wherein each player chose a plant that they embodied and began conversing with one another as that plant, and musical improvisation sessions.
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Thesis, Antithesis, Synthesis Game
Directions: Write your thesis, and pass. The next person writes its antithesis, and final person a synthesis. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF)
THESIS: Cats are filled with squirmy things.
ANTITHESIS: Dogs are hard and non-porous.
SYNTHESIS: Domestic animals greet you when you come.
THESIS: The marble bird flew through silk.
ANTITHESIS: The liquid cat was no more.
SYNTHESIS: We take on many forms before we die, but what’s important is to be while we are.
THESIS: The hum of silence elicits memories of green light and red shadows.
ANTITHESIS: Quietude conjures up a future of violet rays and golden stars.
SYNTHESIS: The place at the center of the sound and silence gives birth to the all-time, all-color universe.
THESIS: Flowers in spring protrude proudly from white snow.
ANTITHESIS: Bulbs which sleep all winter wake quietly and humbly in the spring.
SYNTHESIS: Ants jump sternly from the dirt at summer’s first stirring.
THESIS: Three quarters of a tank until empty.
ANTITHESIS: Never stop if you don’t want to. Life is limitless.
SYNTHESIS: When the car runs out of gas on a desert road, get out and keep walking.
text-Drawing Response games
Directions: A player writes a sentence. The next player responds to this sentence with a drawing, then folds over the original text so that only his/her’s response is show, and passes to the next player. The next player responds to this drawing with a line of text. Continue until the page is full. (Players: AM, SC, HC, MB, JF)
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SECOND ROUND
For the second round we continued the process above, but with one variation. Each response had to be a reversal of the previous one.